Chapter 438 The Red-Haired Messenger

As soon as the morning dawned, the red-haired people in the city found that the whole city was cut off, and they immediately fell into a panic.

This group of old soldiers, known as "ghost guys" by the locals, except for some retired soldiers, most of them are pirates, they are fierce and casual, usually used to dancing knives and guns, and draw knives against each other when they disagree, for them is commonplace.

Because of this, their usual discipline is very poor, and their internal management is quite lax, and at best they can only be regarded as a semi-military expedition.

Many of them were willing to be employed by the East India Company as spearheads in the development of the Eastern colonies, but not entirely for money.

In fact, compared with the past, their income is not very high, and the company council, which blindly pursues huge profits, gives them a rather stingy salary.

In addition to the magic of this mysterious land itself, many people come here to serve as mercenaries, tired of the long-term, precarious life as pirates.

In their eyes, compared with the Western world, which is fratricidal and bloody, the vast land of the East is full of ignorant and backward agrarian countries, and it is simply an uncivilized paradise.

Therefore, here, they can be bullied at will, the resistance is generally weak, the risk of death is much lower, and the guns in their hands are enough in exchange for a kind of emperor-like, superior treatment.

For a long time, they have been accustomed to the leisurely life here, and in addition to alcoholism, most of them have developed a fixed habit - drinking coffee to quench their thirst.

You can go without washing your face for a few days, you can go without shaving your beard for a long time, or even go without a shower for months, but coffee is a must-drink every day - even if it is only a crude porcelain bowl, the fragrant coffee is also an ultimate enjoyment.

"Watts? Out of water? ”

The old soldiers were furious at once.

For a while, there was chaos in the barracks, some people smashed cups and threw plates, and some people threw muskets and scolded:

"I'm dying of thirst, and I'm fighting a shit fight!"

"Epsom! I'm gone! ”

"Fack! Lao Tzu sells muskets to the Chinese and goes home! ”

……

In the face of this chaotic situation, it is difficult to describe and anxious.

Seeing that the Zheng army outside the city is already sharpening his sword, but his soldiers are already disheartened, how can this city be defended!

However, he didn't dare to come hard, this is all an outlaw!

Urgent, they are afraid that they dare to rebel directly!

"Warriors, don't panic!"

Therefore, he immediately stepped forward and shouted loudly to reassure them, "The Chinese are about to attack the city, and the warriors should enter the position and withstand this wave of ...... first"

"Just hold on for a day, no, half a day! Your Excellency the Governor will definitely send someone! I promise......"

"Boom!"

Before the words fell, the earth shook, and a loud bang came from the breastwork!

Zheng Jun's cannon, fired!

……

The first to fire was the cannon on the round fort in Haarlem.

The first cannon shot was actually delayed for half an hour......

The more than ten cannons on the roof of the building were from the Netherlands, and the firing range was farther than that brought by Zheng Jun himself.

It took a little midnight to repair all the damaged gun mounts, turn the muzzles, and adjust the angles.

As soon as it was dawn this morning, a team of artillery had already prepared gunpowder and cannons, and the death squad downstairs was also ready to wait for Zheng Chenggong's attack order.

Outside the city, the rest of the Zheng army was also in place, and the attack was about to break out.

At this moment, at the end of the round of inspection, Zheng Chenggong rode back to the gate of the camp, and behind him, several generals were waiting for him.

Behind them was a group of heralds, all on horseback and ready to go, ready to carry the attack order of the national surname to the battalions.

"The morale of the soldiers is high, and today's battle will break this city......"

Zheng Chenggong stared ahead and said loudly......

"Report ...... Report, Lord! ”

Just then, a herald Pegasus arrived, "The red-haired, red-haired messenger has arrived." ”

Everyone looked back, and sure enough, on the bank of the river in the distance, a small boat with a white flag was detained at the pier......

Zheng Chenggong's eyes froze, he pondered for a moment, waved his hand and said, "Let them come directly to the front of the battle." ”

"Yes! Yes, sir! ”

……

The messenger who came was Basten, a servant of Fairburg.

He was accompanied by only ten disarmed soldiers, led by Captain Aldorp, who had come once yesterday and fled back in disarray.

Basten was made an envoy because of his humble appearance and conversation, while Captain Aldorp came with a hard head.

If it weren't for the Governor's strict order for him to scout Zheng Jun in the name of protecting Basten, he wouldn't have dared to come here again.

"The surname of the country is lord, and the contemptible people represent us...... Greetings, Your Excellency! ”

Seeing Zheng Chenggong, Basten bowed his waist and showed Felburg's handwritten letter as soon as he came up, "This is Lord Governor...... A handwritten letter to you. ”

"Hand it over."

Zheng Chenggong didn't return the salute, he still sat on the back of the horse, and said expressionlessly.

When the two armies are fighting, prestige and momentum are very important, and it is not enough for a small messenger to make him return the salute.

"Yes!"

Immediately, a personal general stepped forward to take the letter and glared at Basten fiercely by the way.

……

After reading the letter, Zheng Chenggong said lightly: "One hundred thousand taels of silver, if you want me to retire, this is what your master means?" ”

"Yes, yes, the surname of the country is ......"

Basten raised his eyes and peeked, his eyes rolled wildly, but he couldn't see Zheng Chenggong's expression at all, so he had to lower his head and say respectfully, "What our adults mean, your army is a guest from afar, and you should be a good labor army......"

"Nonsense!"

Zheng Chenggong snorted and said in a deep voice, "This place is the place where the former Taishi trained!" It is only because the country is in danger that it has been stolen by you, and now the marshal led the troops to come to restore his homeland! Don't you know who is the Lord and who is the guest? ”

"Yes, yes, the surname of the country is ......"

Basten was submissive.

"Now that our army has gathered to restore my homeland, you do not know the current affairs, and you are stubbornly resisting, which is really self-inflicted humiliation...... This place is far away from the country, how long can it be safe? ”

"The surname of the country is ......"

Basten bowed again and again, and hesitated, "Our lords...... No offense to Tianwei, just ...... For the retreat of many of his subordinates, he had to ......"

The fox finally showed its tail, and that was the purpose of this trip, right?

Zheng Chenggong squinted, stared at Basten for a long time, and said: "That's it, you are also acting on orders, this Shuai has the idea of being soft and far-reaching, Kai Er, if he surrenders in time, this Shuai will not take your life, and Ren Er will leave...... All grain warehouses are not allowed to be used without permission, and the rest of the treasures and pearls are privately accumulated. ”

"Yes, yes......"

Basten wiped the corners of his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go back and tell Fairburg that he will be given three days to surrender,"

Zheng Chenggong's tone changed, and he said coldly, "If you are obsessed and delusional, I will attack with oil and firewood, and then the ship will be destroyed and the city will be broken, and I will regret it!" ”

"Yes, the contemptible will reply...... It's just, three days ......"

"Three days is not enough, is it more than three months? Waiting for reinforcements? ”

Zheng Chenggong smiled contemptuously, "Okay, it's not easy for you to wait for a trip, just accompany me to watch the battle first!" ”

If you don't give a little bit of power, you won't give up!

Zheng Chenggong's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand and said, "Take it aside, take care of it!" ”

"Yes!"

"Pass my command, and all battalions will attack immediately!"

"Yes!"

All the heralds responded in unison, held high the command flag, and rode away.

It wasn't long before the first cannon rang out from Haarlem Bunker......

(End of chapter)